One cannot measure how encouragement
Can lift a soul in need of friendly words
In time of struggle. Poetry is vent
When other forms give no sweet outlet. Heard
A kindness, wishing well, and just in time
To soothe an angry heart. The thunder near
This trembling voice creates a poison vine
That must be rooted out, else friends will hear
The evidence of unplanned emotions
Piercing the atmosphere. But thanks to those
Who lend their kindness selflessly, oceans
Of praise can mollify a heart that goes
Too often to inappropriate rage.
The gift of friendship helps one re-engage.